There’s snow warning like no warning, like no warning we know. Not had one this early in winter before.
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).
For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no…
The “foreign” blackbirds haven’t arrived yet, so the evenings are less noisy with the sounds…